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The second person this year implied I was pregnant. The first at my dance lesson just asked outright when the baby was due, and today someone asked if I was knitting for my baby. Since the ectopic pregnancy, my stomach has been bloated and hasn't gone back to normal. So I clearly need to do something, so we're on a major health kick. Tracking the calories, avoiding the booze, and doing as much exercise as my dodgy leg can manage. Here's me and the sunday gang on a 2hour walk.
The second person this year implied I was pregnant. The first at my dance lesson just asked outright when the baby was due, and today someone asked if I was knitting for my baby. Since the ectopic pregnancy, my stomach has been bloated and hasn't gone back to normal. So I clearly need to do something, so we're on a major health kick. Tracking the calories, avoiding the booze, and doing as much exercise as my dodgy leg can manage. Here's me and the sunday gang on a 2hour walk.
Love the live art at the show along with the boldness of the art on the jacket.
Love the live art at the show along with the boldness of the art on the jacket.
Hello all and welcome to 2012. A few weeks in, how are you feeling?
I like the fresh feeling of new beginnings. In the last few days I feel like I must have knitted a hoard of tiny baby things for friends. That thrill of the cast on new and full of potential in your hands.
I seemed to go through this last year. How lovely it is to have a blog where you can chart your personal life rhythms and know you're not going mad.
I often find myself resolving to eat less and move more this time of year, and I am trying, I am really trying. 40 star jumps, 30 sit ups, 20 squats and 10 press ups on the days I can't manage more, and wii fit and the gym when I have more time.
I'm resolving to be quiet and silent again more, and to create more, and to be happy.
So, given this is how I feel about knitting,
Knitting and Safety
Sat here knitting, writing, watching bad yet good telly I am surprised at how well I multitask. It's like my brain is so full of energy and noise that the only way I can concentrate on what I need to get done is to channel all the excess into other outlets until nothing is heard but the history noise. Slowly but surely I'm typing the words, knitting good rows and learning about lives I never lead.
Knitting is so soft and natural to me. It takes up my hands and fills both of them. I've been experimenting with crocheting, and the spinning with one hand, reaching in and out of chains drips slowly out my fingers. It's both frustrating and fascinating. I'm not sure I like the dense fabric of it much. I think knitting will always be my go to craft.
Some thing in me wants to knit primeval simple warm things to look after people. Blankets for babies, rugs for floors, simple sweaters for my friends to wrap them in my love always. I want to loop tales with hopes and prayers and make smiles. If only I had the money for yarn.
and I can sew, and paint, and make websites and cook and flower arrange, and that I enjoyed my making 5 things for people last year, can I make something for you this year? I can advise on email marketing and organise events and design flyers too.
What little thing would give you a lift this year, what would you like?
Hello all and welcome to 2012. A few weeks in, how are you feeling?
I like the fresh feeling of new beginnings. In the last few days I feel like I must have knitted a hoard of tiny baby things for friends. That thrill of the cast on new and full of potential in your hands.
I seemed to go through this last year. How lovely it is to have a blog where you can chart your personal life rhythms and know you're not going mad.
I often find myself resolving to eat less and move more this time of year, and I am trying, I am really trying. 40 star jumps, 30 sit ups, 20 squats and 10 press ups on the days I can't manage more, and wii fit and the gym when I have more time.
I'm resolving to be quiet and silent again more, and to create more, and to be happy.
So, given this is how I feel about knitting,
Knitting and Safety
Sat here knitting, writing, watching bad yet good telly I am surprised at how well I multitask. It's like my brain is so full of energy and noise that the only way I can concentrate on what I need to get done is to channel all the excess into other outlets until nothing is heard but the history noise. Slowly but surely I'm typing the words, knitting good rows and learning about lives I never lead.
Knitting is so soft and natural to me. It takes up my hands and fills both of them. I've been experimenting with crocheting, and the spinning with one hand, reaching in and out of chains drips slowly out my fingers. It's both frustrating and fascinating. I'm not sure I like the dense fabric of it much. I think knitting will always be my go to craft.
Some thing in me wants to knit primeval simple warm things to look after people. Blankets for babies, rugs for floors, simple sweaters for my friends to wrap them in my love always. I want to loop tales with hopes and prayers and make smiles. If only I had the money for yarn.
and I can sew, and paint, and make websites and cook and flower arrange, and that I enjoyed my making 5 things for people last year, can I make something for you this year? I can advise on email marketing and organise events and design flyers too.
What little thing would give you a lift this year, what would you like?
Here is my galette. It was tasty.
Tonight was family party night, and at midnight we went on to Charley's birthday do. They are playing the ninja game and having pen fights.
Here is my galette. It was tasty.
Tonight was family party night, and at midnight we went on to Charley's birthday do. They are playing the ninja game and having pen fights.
Today we're going to have an Epiphany party to end Christmas. We're going to eat Galette du roi, and have broccoli for bitter myrrh, spicy curry for fragrant frankincense and satsumas for gold. Whoever finds the bean in the galette will be the king of the party.
Epiphany
It might have been just someone else’s story,
Some chosen people get a special king.
We leave them to their own peculiar glory,
We don’t belong, it doesn’t mean a thing.
But when these three arrive they bring us with them,
Gentiles like us, their wisdom might be ours;
A steady step that finds an inner rhythm,
A pilgrim’s eye that sees beyond the stars.
They did not know his name but still they sought him,
They came from otherwhere but still they found;
In temples they found those who sold and bought him,
But in the filthy stable, hallowed ground.
Their courage gives our questing hearts a voice
To seek, to find, to worship, to rejoice.
Epiphany
It might have been just someone else’s story,
Some chosen people get a special king.
We leave them to their own peculiar glory,
We don’t belong, it doesn’t mean a thing.
But when these three arrive they bring us with them,
Gentiles like us, their wisdom might be ours;
A steady step that finds an inner rhythm,
A pilgrim’s eye that sees beyond the stars.
They did not know his name but still they sought him,
They came from otherwhere but still they found;
In temples they found those who sold and bought him,
But in the filthy stable, hallowed ground.
Their courage gives our questing hearts a voice
To seek, to find, to worship, to rejoice.
Today we're going to have an Epiphany party to end Christmas. We're going to eat Galette du roi, and have broccoli for bitter myrrh, spicy curry for fragrant frankincense and satsumas for gold. Whoever finds the bean in the galette will be the king of the party.
So when I saw this shared on Phil's Tree House - http://philipstreehouse.blogspot.com/ it touched me, and I thought I'd share it on again here.
We had lovely time at Lula's house. Here's to a happy new year for all you and yours.
We had lovely time at Lula's house. Here's to a happy new year for all you and yours.
We had lovely time at Lula's house. Here's to a happy new year for all you and yours.